#don't ask ab my past blogs.

[bincito]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀rules & regulations.

⟡ byf: do not ask me "were you @/____?" because chances are, yes i was. i deactivate for a reason. do not rush me/ask me when i'll update something. i hate being perceived, and it makes me uncomfortable/unwilling to comply and create. women/fem identifying people dni. this is an n ( sfw ) account for male readers. there is no place for you here. people who report minors; dni. you were probably reading smut as a child as well. i'm literally atheist, god does NOT love me. autistic + trans + gay ( triple homicide ).

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⟡ i do NOT write: dub/non-con, r wording, vore, necrophilia, smut 4 minor idols/characters, pet play, bestiality, step/incest, idol ships, blood/scat/piss play, feminization, daddy kink, anything to do w pussies, fem reader, gn reader, spit kink, race play, pervert anything, pedophilia, teacher x student, yandere, bdsm, musk kink ( what the HELLLL ), foot kink ( what the hell pt 2 ), any other weird shit i haven't put on here.

⟡ i DO write: jealous idol, poly smuts ( not ones that ship them ), hate sex, under the influence sex ( both being under the influence, never one sided ), tutor and tutee, fluff, angst, horror, gore ( very rarely, & there will be various cw/tws for it ), fluffy smut, blow/handjobs, street racer au, smau, idol au, etc. anything you know is acceptable, i write.

[mingisaddctn]

mind over matter | s.mg

Pairing: best friend!mingi x reader Genre: [+18] smut w/o plot Warnings: jussss smut, enjoy a/n: first fic on this blog yay

the two things you can be sure in life is that 1. you will die and 2. you've never wanted to suck a dick so bad.

I mean, you always knew that your best friend was hot — you had eyes, for god's sake! — but holy shit.

it started when you ran out of cat food. you were an attentive cat owner, don't get me wrong, but at the same time, you had the worst week for your mental state. exams after exams, studying 'till the library basically had to kick you out and group projects with lazy people... so that's how it ended up with your cat screaming at the top of their lungs and waking you up from your power nap.

mingi happened to be around because, guess what, you also forgot about your plans to watch that new anime that he rambled all about for the past month, and truly, you wanted to be able to enjoy some quality time with him, but you fell asleep as quick as his cursor pressed play on the screen, the warmth that irradiated from both inside his hoodie that you were wearing to where your head laid on his shoulder was too cozy.

so when you got up to feed the cat, your heart dropped, and you saw the grocery list accumulating dust on top of the counter, the 'cat food' underlined three times. you looked outside the windows of your small apartment and saw that the simple drizzle from before now turned into a full on storm, and all you could do was lean onto the counter and bawl your eyes out.

mingi was startled but tried to comfort you somehow, not really sure of what he could do to help, and as you tried to tell him between hiccups and tears, he quickly grabbed his jacket and told you that he would be right back.

twenty minutes later, a full-on drenched mingi stood on the doorstep, chest heaving as he took off his shoes and the same jacket, now in a darker tone from the wetness. you stared back from your couch, as you were curled into the throw blankets, eyes widened.

you almost forgot about the cat food.

in your defense, it should be illegal the way his white tee clung to his abs so sinfully highlighting each of his muscles. and when he rose his arms to take off his cap and ran his fingers between wet strands of hair that framed his cheekbones, your eyes fixated on the way his sweats clung onto dear life to his v-line.

holy fuck. jesus christ. oh my god. whatever divinity that was out there.

"you okay?" he asked, as if he was expecting your answer and you shook your head, trying to escape the trance you found yourself in.

"what? why?"

"i asked if i could use your shower" he placed the single bag with the cat food on the counter as he tried not to wet your floor.

you can use me, for sure; you thought to yourself.

"yeah, yeah, go ahead" you nodded and he took his shirt off on the way to the bathroom.

you quickly jumped from the couch to feed the cat — since that was the prime reason for all the ruckus. as you put the blocks of minced meat on the food bowl, you caught yourself fantasizing about it again.

how good he should be looking, as droplets of rain still lingered on his skin as he took of the sweatpants slowly, leaving only the boxers that perfectly held his firm thighs and secured his—

meow, you looked down, to find that a block of meat fell beside the bowl and you took a deep breath. control yourself.

you blamed the ovulation. or maybe the fact that you haven't been sexually active in a while. or that movie that had hot scenes with your favorite actor... gosh you were a horny mess.

but your life has basically been all about your studies lately, and the stress was clouding your reasoning, making you feel like impulsive decisions were now worth a lot, and that's how you found yourself standing outside your bathroom door, idly looking at it with your hand raised, on the way to give it a knock.

the thing is, the moment you found the courage to do it, the door opened from the inside, and only mingi's torso popped out, in the middle of calling your name, but now confused that you were on the other side.

all that led to the both of you sitting on the edge of your bed, with him only wearing a towel around his hips, not staring at each other as the silence overcame the storm from outside.

"so... you want to suck my dick...?" he simply repeated your words from minutes ago.

it would be comical if it wasn't so tragic.

"yes."

"are you feeling okay?" he asked.

"yes."

"'then... how should we do it?"

you took another sharp breath, your lungs almost failing you as your mind tried to disassociate from your body. leaving the bed to kneel in front of him, you kept your eyes focused on his face, his lips parted as his eyes were half-lidded. from all the years you'd known him, you knew that he was probably overthinking it and trying to figure out what was happening. but neither you could tell.

your fingers slid to the towel and as you were going to take it off, his hand flew to yours, holding it softly. he pulled you towards him in a swift movement and placed his palm on your cheek, nose now brushing against yours. soon after, you felt the plumpness of his lips onto yours.

"wait" he leaned back cautiously, as though any minor movement would startle you like a scared kitten. his eyes overthinking each and every detail. "I want to kiss you first."

and as if you were waiting for that to snap, you grabbed his neck and pulled his face lower so you could slide your tongue into his mouth. his big hands fell to your hips and grabbed firmly, decided not to let you run away.

you kinda wondered before how good of a kisser mingi was, your friends joked around saying that it must be good since he has fat lips, but you usually kept those thoughts at bay, not really wanting to dive into your hidden desires. it wasn't like you, to explore and try new things. you became friends a long time ago, and when he earned that title, you felt like it would be too messy to see him as anything else.

but you weren't dumb, of course you'd noticed how a blush crept to his cheeks whenever you grabbed one of his hoodies, or how he would stutter when others teased him about you. he wasn't good at hiding things, and you weren't good at ignoring them.

one of his hands snuck to your neck and the pulled you closer, his breathing growing heavier to the point that you could hear a faint groan from his throat.

shit, you moaned.

he let go of your face and you leaned back, a little ashamed of the noise that escaped you, but mingi didn't seem to mind, in fact, his cheeks could be mistaken to a tomato. he shifted in his place and you noticed the tent in his pants. oh.

placing a final kiss on his cheek, you maintained eye contact as you lowered yourself to your knees, hands falling to his covered member, feeling the warmth through the towel and earning a sharp gasp from him. licking your lips, you only broke the intense stare to undo the lousy knot, uncovering his lower body.

oh. OH.

how did he hide that monstrous thing all along?

"uh... pants, I guess..." he said almost in a whisper, and then you realized that you were thinking out loud.

"shit, I mean, it's not a bad thing" you placed your hand at the base of his cock, wrapping your palm around it and the boy hissed. "I just... didn't expect that."

"so you thought about it before?" touché. you deflected by giving him a slow tug.

before he could say anything else, you lowered your head and wrapped your lips around him.

"fffuck-" he let out, throwing his head back.

you started bobbing your head at a slower pace, quickening each time he groaned, and listened to his raspy moans as if they were songs hidden in heaven. his hand ran through your hair, pulling at the strands just light enough to make you whine, the vibrations helping into the pleasure.

"please—" he pled, eyes fixated on you and wet hair sticking to his face. he couldn't look any better, you noted.

mingi stared right into your soul with deep, dark eyes. his nose was flaring up and trying to keep up with the sharp breaths that left his parted mouth. it was as if he belonged in that position, and you wished that you had midas touch to keep him like that forever.

"so pretty" you said more to yourself than to him, and one of your fingers snuck into his mouth, and he wrapped those plump lips around it to suck.

feeling his tongue under your skin made shivers run down your spine, and even though you tried to take in more, he pulled you towards him once more, now landing you onto his lap. mind you, his naked lap. your pajama shorts did nothing to the mixture of pre-cum and saliva that rubbed under fabric. you hoped he couldn't feel the wetness that was forming between your legs.

kissing you again, you wondered how your teeth were not clashing at all from the desperation that exuded from both parts. you wanted him as much as he ever had wanted you, and it didn't seem like a real experience. the euphoria that overtook you made you feel almost dizzy from all the exchange in pheromones and fluids, holy fuck, you wanted to stay like that forever.

while he kissed you, mingi's hand went to the bottom of your shorts, holding you so you wouldn't fall as he took them off, leaving you in his hoodie and panties. you didn't remember what kind of underwear you wore, but you hoped to whatever god that was out there that it was something without a hole or anything.

without taking the panties off, he slid them to the side and ran both his middle and ring fingers along your folds, the new feeling making you jump a little, and he giggled. the motherfucker giggled.

"jeez... can't wait to be inside you" he said against your lips, hissing as you gave him an experimental roll of your hips.

holding your panties to the side, he grabbed his cock and aligned himself to your folds, placing the tip inside and a loud whimper fell from your mouth. you knew that it would take more effort to get him inside, he was the biggest you've ever been with, and mingi also seemed to notice that, so he touched you as if you were made of glass.

the warmth of his hot member now sheathing inside your pussy felt like too much, and the room felt foggy, just as your breaths. he kissed the side of your neck, licking up to your ear and groaning ever so slightly, as if he had noticed how much you reacted to those sounds, using them now against you.

the moment you reached the bottom, you felt as if your internal organs would combust. his dick felt like too much and too good, you drank from the sensations and the tingles that your body left each time he moved an inch, clenching around him. you reached your hands to the hem of the hoodie you were wearing, but his hand left your lower back to stop yours.

"leave it on" he looked up at your face with puppy eyes. "I want to fuck you in my clothes."

OH. FUCK.

you moaned into his mouth and slowly started to move your hips. you could've cum just from his words, but you tried your best to concentrate in making him feel good.

"you feel so good around me" he whined, a short moan leaving his lips to meet yours again.

you didn't know how you looked at that moment, probably a mess. from taking in all the sensations, his huge cock and the way he looked like a whiny mess under you... you felt powerful, and he was letting you use him to your wishes.

"please, please" he whined even more, probably taking notes that you got off from that.

"what is it, big boy?" as soon as the words fell from your mouth, you questioned yourself. is this really me?

"let me fuck you right" his hips shot up, taking you by surprise with a gasp and he bit your collarbone. "I wanna be good for you- wanna make you feel good."

"use me however you want" you said in a desperate tone. not even minding how it looked to him, you truly wanted everything from him.

with one arm sneaking around your back and the other on your neck, he moved you further into the bed, now on top of you. he didn't say anything else, only left a small kiss on the corner of your mouth and gave you a slow thrust.

the most high pitched moan fell from your lips, and you didn't care to be embarrassed. not when he was pleading for you, having your body wrapped so deliciously around him, the same as his.

you could write paragraphs and paragraphs about the way he looked; the occasional lightnings shining against his wet skin, highlighting each of his curves and muscles while his hair fell above his forehead, now a mess from the way you rushed your fingers between strands.

mingi kept rolling his hips against yours, and words kept falling randomly from your mouth, meddling with moans and sobs, you felt so cockdrunk that even the slightest stimulation coming from him could make you shed tears. felt so fucking good that got you questioning every life choice you've ever made to this point, as if everything was a part of god's plan for you to end up right under your best friend, as his touches made love to your limbs.

"hm-ugh- feels so fucking- oh my god" you kept going on and on, not even sure yourself what you were saying, but mingi wasn't falling behind.

the knot had already taken place on your lower body, each of his thrusts feeling more intense than the other. you could tell he was getting closer from the way his teeth were nipping on your neck and his thrust were growing sloppier.

"please-ah!-please, let me cum inside you" he left your neck to look at you, and you felt the knot tightening and your legs starting to tremble. "let me fill you nice and full- please"

"yes, I want all of you" you almost screamed when he took that as confirmation to grab your back and glue his chest to yours, sharpening his thrusts.

it finally snapped and you felt like you couldn't breathe anymore. he held you so close as if he could melt into your skin and become one, and with a final thrust, he whined and groaned and screamed and did everything so involuntarily, almost animalistic, and your mind was too dazed to even comprehend anything else besides the way that your pussy gripped him so tight, keeping his hot seed inside you. you didn't want to let it go.

you were still spasming from your orgasm when he let go of your body and snapped your legs apart, taking place in between them, nuzzling his nose onto your pubic bone and feasting. his tongue lapped each of yours and his juices without mind, sucking, kissing, moaning, grunting, only to prolong the way your climax came down; you screamed so hard that your lungs burned.

falling limp on the bed covers, he let go, going back on top of you with the support of his arms and knees, face leveled to yours when he placed an innocent kiss on the tip of your nose and another one to your forehead.

"did it help you de-stress?" he joked and you placed one of your arms onto your eyes.

scoffing, you shook your head. "holy shit, I'm in love with you."

he gave you a slight push and rolled to his side, still staring at you with a darker flush across his chest and neck.

"well, I'm yours" he said and you licked your lips, sneaking a glance from under your arm.

"yeah, you better be."

[ping-ski]

✦ hihi!! my name is pingu!! ✦

(yes, "ping" is ok too!! :3)

welcome to my main blog!! here you'll find...

✦ mostly fanart! and sometimes writing sprinkled in! ✦ yapping + reblogs about whatever my current hyperfixation happens to be hehehe ✦ im open to most interactions + asks + DMs! i dont bite :3 (just don't be weird ab it or get blocked k thx <3)

note!!

✦ i am an ADULT so keep in mind that i curate this space for myself! (i.e suggestive/mature content, blood, horror, gore etc.) ✦ most of my artwork utilitzes lots of BRIGHT/SATURATED COLORS or is often, intentionally EYESTRAIN ✦ i RARELY accept (art) requests unless if we're mutuals/friends! (this is due to weird interactions in the past, please understand <3)

tags!!

anything i draw: #pingdoobles any of my fics/writing: #pingwritessometimes ramble tag: #pingyappathon ask tag: #pingquery

AUs!! (eventually ill share the others i have lol)

Eclipsed By You (wip pizza plex fic?) #EBY #eclipsed by you

misc. stuff!!

"What setup/brushes/program do you use?" CSP Mini Guide (i plan to make more eventually..!) ✦ edge eraser!

let's all frolick in the field of our imagination, hand-in-hand with our faves, okay???

it's mainly dca fanart rn but, one day, ill post more about my DCA AUs and fics!! happy to hyperfixate with yall :))

[that-one-paintbrush]

Hey, Paintbrush here!

Recently noticed that a few others at Hotel OJ have made some tumblr blogs, so I decided to as well! Welcome to my blog, all :)

I'm Paintbrush (they/them) and I've competed on three seasons of Inanimate Insanity! Season three just ended and I've just been chilling at Hotel OJ for a while. Not doing much else, so I'll probably be answering asks frequently.

DISCLAIMER: this ask blog has (unintentionally) become an au

if you want to get the full context, feel free to scroll down certain lore tags or check out the archive! -mod

Tags of interest:

#painty yapping: Paintbrush answering asks, sometimes used for reblog convos

#painty posting: explained here!

#misc asks: Asks that don't particularly have anything to do with a plot line

#bristle blather: Asks or convos specifically related to Paintbrush's bristles

#burnt-out brush: Posts where Paintbrush aint doing so hot... also includes the mini arc where Painty ran away and Backgroundy temporarily took over answering

#magic anon: Temporary events that can be applied on the blog

#rough sketch duo: Posts that feature both Paintbrush and Animatic (from Animatic Battle), Animatic usually played by @animaticaskblog

#backgroundy: A character introduced through a magic anon event, backgroundy is a friendly face on the wall that occasionally shows up on this blog. ....or are they? friendly i mean. backgroundy clearly has a lot to hide, and becomes quite defensive upon being asked about their past

#torch/inner flame: angry paintbrush? wrong! a completely separate character!! torch is a secretive and smooth-talking individual that possesses paintbrush at seemingly random times. also narrates paintbrush's actions

#flooding memories chronicles: Posts taking a dive into Backgroundy's obscure past!

#rediscovering fire chronicles: Paintbrush has an inner flame now. WHAT!!! oh just kidding theyre just possessed. hi torch!! whats your backstory?

#false contract chronicles: AAAAAA SPRINGYS HERE HES GONNA HIRE US ALL AAAA

#painty yapping and yapping: posts where Paintbrush rambles for an extended amount of time, usually not dialogue

#animaticified saga: paintbrush gets ab animaticified. that's it

#art imitates life chronicles: paintbrushs past wasnt ALL sunshine and rainbows... if only they knew what happened!

#backfire arc: paintbrush makes a terrible no good absolutely horrible bad decision. they suffer the consequences accordingly!

#still waters runs deep chronicles: torch and backgroundy FINALLY talk things over like civilized adults

#history repeats itself chronicles: another life has been created via m!a,,,, waow

#mod kit: Posts from the mod! me!!

hey, mod here! (pandemonium, he/they/she)

there are a few things id like to mention:

this is my first ask blog. in the history of EVER!! so pls be patient with me

dont plan on including ships on this blog! but i dont mind ship-related asks ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ please just dont be weird or mention proships

like i said, dont be weird in the asks! please no nsfw or fetish-y asks either

dont be an asshole pretty please- i dont mind jokes and sarcasm but if ur only here to be a haterade pls leave 🥺

yall can do magic anons if you want! please try not to send too many tho 😁

i made the paintbrush asset myself! pls dont use it or steal it :')

i may not answer asks immediately so please be patient and dont spam or pressure me into answering! i may ignore and refuse to answer any asks if im uncomfortable as well

keep in mind some of what i say may be personal headcanons or made up on the spot! ill stick to canon as much as possible but if theres an opportunity to add a headcanon, ill likely do so

thanks for reading!

[psychesetra]

SONG TIME WHOOOO

OK OK FINE SO UM

it's called 'questions' right now

ill copy paste the stuff from the gc with my band

@8ster you might wanna reblog this since ur blog is also ab our band

warning: BILINGUAL SONG !!!!!!

anyway

[ start ]

i work a normal 9-5

a therapist for patients who've tried to take a dive

sometimes they ask questions, sometimes they don't

some are strange, but never wrong, some have answers, some won't

but if i had a few that i remember hard, well

i've got them all listed down on a card, and one goes

[chorus]

"kaya niya bang magmahal hanggang dulo? kahit mahirap na, di susuko?"

oh, i gotta say, oh, i gotta say

"kaya naman, ayaw lang hanggang dulo, pag mahirap na, siya ay susuko"

and they cannot say, they cannot say

"no."

[ bridge (?) ]

i still work that normal 9-5

more and more patients who've tried to take that dive

loads more questions, not as much answers

thoughts these dark are like some sort of cancer

and one day, i looked at that card again

everything on it written in pen

and another goes

[ chorus ]

"di niya alam di ko na 'to kaya, sana ngayon ako'y maging malaya!"

oh, i gotta say, oh, i gotta say

"kung di mo na kaya, wag mo nang sabihin, iwanan mo na, magisa ka nalang kumain."

and they cannot say, they cannot say

"no."

[ bridge (?) ]

that 9-5 has become a 9-4

less patients coming through the door

the questions are less, the answers are more

people happy and content to their core

then someday, someone tells me something strange

"what about you? aren't you looking for change?"

and

[ preeee chorus ? ]

it got me thinking, more than i usually do, but

i wondered if i had one of those

questions too, so

can i ask, can i be selfish

just once so, i can be done with this

and so i said,

[ last chorus ]

"ako na ba ang naging malaya? ang tulong ko ay di na kailangan?"

they answered me, they answered me

"puwede ka nang magpahinga, aking ibon, tutuloy pa ang mundo, paikot-ikot."

and i didn't say, i didn't say

"no."

context/song meaning explanations:

the lyrics can be taken as what they mean literally, but also can be a metaphor for people pleasers (as the therapist) and how it's hard for them to realize they don't have to do everything and help all the timd

btw the "kumain ka nalang magisa" refers to how most close people eat together, but ahen they leave you eat alone

ill not translate, google translate can do that and also im js eepy

[bbyquokka]

imagine felix laying on ur chest while u play with his soft hair and kiss his forehead bye its been on my mind all day i need someone to cuddle me😠😠🙁

summer luvin'

FLUFF BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warnings: gn reader, established relationship, domesticated au, non-idol au, pet names. words: 0.9k ~ (902)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

the scorching hot sun beats down on your skin. the hot, suffocating air blows past you every now and then, the wind chimes singing with each hit of the humid wind.

the skies are clear, not a cloud in the sky to help provide some shade from the intense heat the sun is providing. you have done everything that needed to be done today so you're now taking the time to relax.

the only thing that needed to be done, was water the plants and freshly grown veg and fruits you and your significant other, felix, have decided to grow together to help reduce the cost of grocery shopping; even if it's just a little.

a pink and white plaid picnic blanket rubs against the skin of your arms and legs. the soft texture of the grass shifts around and rustles as you lean up on your elbows. you place one hand above your eyes to provide you some cover from the sun as you watch your lover water the strawberries and cucumbers.

blue denim shorts and green crocs accompany him. his blue hair pushed back with the help of a black headband, beads of sweat roll down his forehead and temples. his naked chest and torso on display as his skin is slowly turning from a tanned colour to bright, burning red.

“hey felix.” he looks at you as he holds the green watering can. “have you put on sun cream?”

felix pouts a little, looking around sheepishly before shrugging and giving you a cheeky smile. you sigh, shaking your head slowly as you sit up fully and grab the sun cream.

“c'mere.” felix finishes watering the plants before bouncing over to you. he takes of his crocs by wiggling his feet and legs before kneeling down on the blanket in front of you.

“lix, you're burning.” you frown.

“i thought i did put on suncream.” he pouts.

“it's the hottest day of the year darling. you have to be safe, especially when you're out.”

“oh, this is nothing! it's way hotter in australia.” he laughs.

“we are in australia.” you state as you squirt the cream onto the palm of your hand.

“oh.. right, yeah. ops.” felix laughs as you shake your head and rub your palms together.

“on your stomach. i'll put some cream on your back.” felix shuffles into his stomach, arms being used as supports for his head as he rests his cheeks on them. you rub the cream into his hot skin as you feel a tad worried about how red his skin is looking, making a mental note to by some aloe vera next time you're both out and about.

you rub the cream onto his back and the back of his legs before helping him in applying the cream on his chest, abs and arms. you apply some on his nose and cheeks.

“your freckles are so clear now.”

“they are?”

“yeah. the sun really helps bring them out. your whole face is decorated with freckles. it's the cutest thing i've seen.”

a pink blush rises to his cheeks to which you giggle at before stroking the blush. you gently kiss his cheek as felix hums softly.

“do we need to do anything else today?” he asks softly as he watches you reapply your own sun cream.

“i don't think so lix. i think we've doing everything today.”

“great!” your eyes widen as felix gently tackles you. you land on your back with a soft thump and grunt as felix nuzzles into your chest, his arm loosely draped over your stomach. once the initial shock of the sudden attack is over, do you smile and hold him close to you.

you both ignore the fact that you're two very hot people, skin sticking together as the heat from the sun and each other mixes and rises. sweat accumulates on both your foreheads, the feeling of stickiness and grossness rising; but you both ignore it.

you close your eyes slowly as you listen to the sounds of the birds singing their sweet and gentle tunes. the cheers and shouts of children playing in their back yards ringing in your ears before occasionally dying down to nothing but blissful silence.

you absentmindedly twist felix's blue hair around your finger, raking your fingers through it and massaging his scalp. he lets out soft and gently hums and groans as you occasionally kiss the top of his head.

soon, the heat of each other becomes too much. after minutes of being close to one another, does felix pull away slowly. he stands up and disappears into the kitchen. you hear the sound of water running and felix rummaging around in the cupboards.

you think nothing of it, thinking he was just preparing some food and drinks for you both, until you feel something wet explode onto your stomach causing you to shriek and bolt upright.

you look up at a mischievous looking felix. a couple of water balloons in his hands as a bucket of them is situated by his feet.

“oh! you're on, mr!” you laugh as you grab a balloon and instantly throw it at his torso.

“water balloon fight! looser has to cook dinner!” you shout as you rush to your feet, grabbing more balloons in your hands.

“oh, you're on yn! just know that i'm going to kick your ass.”

“in your dreams, felix!”

note: if its hot where you live, remember to stay hydrated, wear sun cream and dont stay out for too long!! stay safe everyone ☀

tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @oshimee ; @unh0ly-dr3am3r ; @septicrebel ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer ; @telesvng

[ssinstarz]

acrophobia.

a mike schmidt x reader story

synopsis - mike and abby come up with a rather interesting plan to help you face your fears and to help mike better confess his love for you (reader is spoken to/about with feminine pronouns) - (fluff <3) - (reader has acrophobia / a fear of heights)

(a/n - this is my first tumblr blog! i hope you enjoy it and i am open to any requests about mike)

"just keep your eyes closed baby." mike said, trying to soothe you. the three of you (mike, abby, and you) were heading home after taking a quick stop at a bakery nearly on the other side of town. abby saw a commercial on the television about it and immediately wanted to try their strawberry cupcakes. however, in order to get back home, you guys had to drive past a long, narrow bridge.

"its hard to, mike. i can't stop imagining the car toppling over and us being shark food." you mumbled the last part, but it was very audible to mike, and definitely abby.

"what?! mike are we going to die!?!" abby said as her smile from looking at the blue sky faded into a horrified expression.

"no abs, (y/n) is just overthinking, we'll be fine." mike said confidently, then he placed a reassuring hand on your thigh and squeezed it gently.

you loved mike. you loved how he cared for abby, how he cares for you, and how he pushed through despite all of the struggles he has faced from his childhood to now. but you definitely hated heights. the thought of dropping from one sent a chill down your spine.

"just breathe, okay baby? we are halfway through this bridge. i trust that you can get through this." said mike, filling in the silence in the car. you also loved how he knew how to comfort someone.

"yeah (y/n)! we are almost home. think about the cupcakes!" abby dragged out the "cupcakes" part, showing her excitement to indulge in the fluffy treat.

you smiled, but deep down you were mortified. you grabbed mike's hand and held it tightly. you also shut your eyes tightly, trying to block out all bad visions that involve dying.

once you guys got home. you decided to go into mike's room to get the bridge off of your mind. before you slipped into the darkness of his room, mike pulled you aside and kissed your forehead and the back of your hand.

"are you okay?" he asked you, looking into your eyes with big brown ones. "i think so." you said, avoiding his gaze. he sighed and was about to step away until you grabbed his wrists. "i'm sorry about my stupid fear getting in the way of things. i really, really, really want to overcome but when i try, i just break down. i guess i just need something to motivate me to keep going, y'know?" you said to him. mike nodded and took your last sentence into deep consideration.

mike turned to walk into the kitchen but he was greeting with a small figure standing at the end of the hallway, grinning at him.

"what's wrong, abby?" mike asked, trying to get his way into the kitchen. abby just stood there, watching him. she clearly had something to say, her lips were parting open but closing again until she finally spewed out a couple of words. well, more than a couple.

"when will you and (y/n) get married? you guys have been together for like, years. and you love her a LOT. i can tell. and you wouldn't even have to buy a ring! we could use the ring mom gave me before she..." abby said, but she didn't finish the last part of her speech, she thought it was a happy moment, not an emotional one.

"but, what if she doesnt want to get married." mike says, trying to lower his voice so you couldn't hear.

"oh well then. i mean, it's clear she really loves you too, so i don't think she would leave you." abby says. mike's heart was beating so hard once he realized the love of his life felt the very same way about him. he could swear abby could hear it pounding in the quiet hallway.

"okay, I'll propose to h--" mike said, but abby interrupted him mid sentence and pulled him into the kitchen.

"great! I have an idea!"

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during the next couple of days, mike and abby have been secretly gathering information on you that aligns with abby's clever idea, as well as sneaking out of the house at night to set up the materials for their plan.

while you were grabbing grapes from the fridge mike came up the behind you and examined what you were doing, maintaining a passionate stare on you.

"uhm, can you get any closer?" you questioned him as you felt his warm breath on your bare neck.

"what? i can't check up on my girlfriend?" mike held out his arms and wrapped them around your waist, pulling you into a backwards bear hug.

"stay focused!" abby whisper-yelled from the corner, looking at mike while holding a small notebook and a pen. mike needs to figure out what you like, not get intimate with you.

"grapes. she likes grapes." mike mumbled rushing over to abby as you walked into the living room and laid down on the couch near the two. she wrote it down in her notebook and gave it to him.

today will be the day the mission will go into action.

"hey baby? can i ask you something?" mike asked as he sat down next to you, resting his head on your chest and sliding the notebook slightly under the couch.

"what's up?"

"can you come with me and abby somewhere? it's really nice."

"sure. why not?"

"okay get dressed." mike ordered, ending the conversation with a quick kiss. he sat up and you slipped into his room to grab any clothes you had over there. mike then grabbed the notebook from under the couch and looked in the fridge to grab anything else he needed. abby following close behind him.

"are you nervous?" abby asked.

"a little, what if she doesn't say yes? or what if she gets mad at me? i dont think she will like this plan." mike says, ranting on until you make your presence known.

"i'm ready!" you said. you were wearing a long-sleeved purple top with a black skirt and your hair in two braids.

even though you were in your early twenties, you dressed and did your hair like a child. that was another thing mike loved about you.

abby gave mike a reassuring look, he then motioned for the two of them to the door. they all put on their shoes and left.

as mike was driving you there, he pulled a scarf from his pocket. "you need to be blindfolded. it's a surprise." he said, handing it towards you. you were reluctant at first but you tied it on, waiting for something to happen.

mike drove to the place and with abby's help they guided you to where you were supposed to be. mike ran off somewhere else in a hurry. abby ran to the other side of where you were and called out "take off the blindfold!" you took it off with a smile but to your horror you were standing in the middle of a high, high bridge over a pretty long lake. the bridge was narrow and you could clearly see the water underneath.

"mike? mike! mike please i don't like this! m-mike...." you called out his name over and over, you felt your heart sink to your chest, your breathing pattern was non-existent, beads of sweat started to form on your forehead and you felt the hot sting of tears in the corner of your eyes. you looked around, your boyfriend wasnt there, only his little sister.

"i'm sorry (y/n)! mike isnt here right now. just me. but you need to pull along and come across this bridge! mike has something for you!" she yelled from the other side.

you felt sick to your stomach. you tried to move but you just couldn't. you feel down onto your knees and sobbed. abby felt horrible but she knew what mike had waiting for you.

"abby! i don't think i can do this! you know im terrified of heights!" you called out to her. abby did say anything, but after a while she finally spoke up.

"if mike was here he would tell you to keep going! (y/n), i'm telling you if you just come across this bridge, you will get the best surprise of your life! just face your fears."

abby's words hit harder than they were supposed to. you really wanted to see what mike had in store for you, but you didn't know how to get past without flipping the fuck out. even though the bridge looked terrifying, you believed it wouldn't be likely for you to fall off.

you shut your eyes tightly and crawled across the bridge on all fours. you could hear abby cheering for you as you made it to the end of the bridge.

"yay! you did it! now c'mon, mike has been waiting." abby said. she didnt even give you a moment to catch your breathe before she pulled you along a pathway near the bridge.

it felt like you two were walking for hours, for some reason your eyes were still shut, taking in the world around you slowly but surely. abby suddenly stopped and you hesitantly fluttered open your eyes.

you were met with mike, on one knee with a toothy smile. behind him was a picnic with all of your favorite fruit and favorite flowers and small details that tied into your interests.

mike cleared his throat and pulled a box out of his pocket. before he opened it he looked into your eyes and said "(y/n), i love you so much and I am very proud of you. i remember you told me you needed something to motivate you to get rid of your phobia so abby came up with this idea." he paused for a second, watching you start to tear up, but he kept speaking.

"you are a great person. all of these years you cared for abby and me and we deeply appreciate that. my point is.." he paused, "(y/n), will you marry me?" mike said as he opened up the black box in his hands, revealing a shiny ring.

you nodded and then he walked up to you and put the ring on your finger. abby couldn't stop cheering and clapping. she jumped onto the both of you and hugged you two tightly, nearly pushing the three of you over.

mike gave you a kiss on your forehead and the three of you stood in each other's embrace.

[richeeduvie]

Guys men irl are so scary like what I'm going to rant about is completely unrelated to what usually goes on my blog but I just need to go on an undeserved tangent cause WHAT

So, I work throughout the week in retail/drink service job in the tourism industry. Small island, all that. It's towards the end of work but the line is busy and wouldn't you know it, a man comes up to order. Now that I think about it, he was handsome, but he was just...staring me down, right in the eyes. Unblinking. I was a little uncomfortable.

And me, being the greatest talent to ever grace customer service and the tourism industry, makes decent eye contact back. Some people are confident like that (and I don't assume the worst or most suggestive of him). It's the same where I don't make much eye contact with customers who are shy. I'm not here to make customers uncomfortable or like they're not important, I'm here to make da bank with da load of tips.

So, he's friendly and I'm friendly and I notice his bank card is one of a local bank so I tell him he's getting a discount and honestly you guys I really just thought he was excited I was giving him a discount and when I ask him where he's coming from, he says a nearby area just off of work which automatically makes me assume he's a teacher. His attire and the time he's getting off of work just makes me assuming he's coming from school (which is important). But he's even nicer in the end and tells me it's nice to have met him, he'll see me around.

I'm also assuming he is NOWHERE near my age. I'm 19 turning 20. He's at least in his thirties, at most...maybe in his late twenties and he looks older? That's important too.

Great, my co-worker makes him his order and while I'm helping the rest of the line, I just see him staring in my area. But I'm humble so I'm thinking he's staring to see if his drink is coming out, that's until I'm glancing in his direction and he's staring right at me. He picks up his order and I thought he left, great.

Then it's twenty minutes later, we're ten minutes to closing and there's nobody out at my counter except for him. He comes up and just starts making small talk - and as someone who does not want a bad review or someone snitching to my manager, I'm very friendly. And stupid, cause if I saw what he was playing at, I wouldn't have cared if I seemed bored or turned off by him in hopes he picks up social cues. But nope you guys I'm a fucking dumbass and I'm just answering all his questions.

He asks me how long I'm working here and "Wow, that long? Never seen you around here before and I've been coming for the past couple of months, cool." And "What days do you work?"

I give him the fucking days I work!! Regulars have asked me that before so I think it's a harmless question and luckily I only have one sure day I work out of the week (Sunday). But I'm just throwing him information.

Then it's "Can i ask you a personal question?"

That's where I knew I fucked up. Then I fucked up even more when I answer no to the question "Do you have a boyfriend?" like BRUHH

I'm just so honest, so kind and so honest I'm fucking honest abe out here and it gets him to ask me if he can have my number...and I think yall already can tell I'm not interested (I dont have any interest in dating rn and just him asking me the first time he's met me at my work place, and other things which we'll get into later, I'm not for it)

So, Ik...I KNOW it's my complete fault for giving him my number. I do I know I KNOW-

I thought about giving him a fake number, but it's now obvious he is a local and a regular who now knows the days that I work and I'm lucky none of my coworkers (at the time) really witness what was happening but I'd hate for him to come on Sunday and just call me out in front of everyone. Ik they would completely support me in giving a fake number but it's just that I'm...extremely concerned what people think of me? I know it was mistake to not just say no or at least say "Oh I'm flattered but I'm at work I don't wanna get in trouble maybe if you see me out of here?". But yeah, always terrified of conflict. Even with strange men who, turns out - are correctly middle school teachers.

After I give him my number (the entire time I'm saying it'd be okay if I didn't and he's like...Yeah, but look at you - you're giving it to me now lol?), I asked him where in the town he works and he said the school.

Oh...and if there was any interest then, it just left me. Listen, maybe I can appear more innocent in the fact that sure, I secretly actually wanted to go out with him, then gave him my number only to find out a piece of information that completely turns me off.

I ask him if it's the high school or the middle school and he goes "middle school". It doesn't matter, I went to both. It just...weirded out, because another thing you may want to know about me is that I am 19 turning 20, but I still look 14, which fun

I'm not even exaggerating, it shows in when I told my story to my co-workers, all of whom got kinda weirded out that a man who looked to be in his thirties asked me out because they said, I quote "No offense, but you look...younger than you are. Like, not above the age of 18 younger...so I can't imagine someone even in their mid twenties thinking you'd be able to date." Like damn alright ig if you say so, but I know it too, so that's probably another reason why I just found him...weird? Like, I know you're thirty and over and I'm almost twenty, which fine. But you KNOW I might not be of age or don't look it, so that mixed in with the fact that he works at a middle school that my sisters only left a couple of years ago...I just, idk man. I know I'm an adult but in my head, my old teachers and teachers in general are just mentor and near-parental figures in my head so it's like...I can't date that.

Maybe if you were ten years older and a cartel member or a whiny billionaire or SSA Hotchner sorry dude

Which, that shows when he asks me how old am I. Then he goes "At least college aged?"

I say "19 turning 20" and he just tilts his head from side to side and goes "Yeah, that's doable."

I want to give the world a peaceful thought, that this man was meaning to say "Yeah, that works or that's okay" and not doable. Like, YOU ARE do-able because

But even with the "Yeah, that works" option out of the two, it's still weird IDK but it's still WEIRD. And it turns out he's not even a long-time local, he's moved here pretty recently within the year, and now he's texting me to see if I should go out to dinner with him. I, now with the whole doable thing, have managed to not care if he thinks I'm a flaker or a coward, But I'm thinking I should straight up just apologize and say "Sorry, I'm super flattered you thought me worthy of taking me out and I wish I was at a time where dating would be easy, but to not waste your time, I'll just say that as much as I want to, I can't really be going out right now".

It sounds like it's easy enough to message so I can just get it over with, and a soft enough rejection that even if he does show up, that my immense anxiety is just gonna have to be shoved down my throat. I'll take that over him still pursuing me or just 'wasting his time' and 'leading him on'. I'll probably do that and just come to the conclusion that if I do, he won't think me so worthy of pursuing (harassing), even though I'm super amazing at my job

Not only are fictional men more tolerable but this would be more tolerable and easier if I was a fictional woman - and sorry for the overly long rant that is not even nearly as interesting or as terrible as some of these types of stories are. Writing just helps get the shivers out lol

[oh-my-damn]

Wrote this a little while back. Didnt post it bc I didnt want to create drama. But as Im currently sitting on a plane about to leave for Venice I decided, fuck it. I'm gonna post it now.

And then turn on flight mode so I can miss the reaction to it lmao.

Enjoy.

Okay, I have to get this off my chest because it's been bugging me for a while.

First of all, the idea that any blog on tumblr would have legitimate insider-info on a celebrity is absolutely ridiculous. That's the first point I want to make. Please explain to me why PR teams would be going to one of the lesser-known/popular social media sites to spread info they want out there? And if they don't actually want it out there, why leak it? And if they do want it out there or at least some details, why not go to actual magazines or SM accounts with huge traction like DM?

Second of all, why would they then, after leaking said info, ask the recipients of it to NOT share the details.

Who benefits from that? What is the point?

I beg you, please open your eyes. If you're being sent "info", it is because whoever sent it to you wants you to spread it, in the exact manner they're informing you to do so.

That is when you're supposed to question why? Why are they sending this? Why are they sharing it with you and only you and then asking you to not relay any details about said info, but only to leak the info itself?

Why would they do that? What would the motivation be?

Could it perhaps be because this info is actually being planted in your hands as literal free PR, for whoever said info benefits? AKA if you've received tips in the past that turned out to be true, who did those tips ultimately end up being about? Who did they end up pushing or benefitting? Why are you not receiving tips or info that relays to who it was actually meant to be about, but instead on content that actually gets spun around to be about someone else?

Could it perhaps be that the reason it's being sent to a tumblr blog and not a more reputable source like DM is because it may not actually be factual, but it'll create enough buzz for someone in particular to spread it on here, and that way there won't be repercussions in the media if it turns out to be false?

If you're receiving info or tips on content that ultimately gets spun around to be about or centered on AB (because the fandom and also yourself is perpetuating that) then you must be able to realize who is sending you info. It's coming from the person who is benefitting from it. That is perhaps the reason why you're receiving tips that can be spun around to be about her, but not tips that has nothing to do with her (AKA Walmart event or podcast release or Jinx interviews, etc)

Please. Please please please. Take a look and consider why you're being sent this. Please consider who is sending it. Please consider who benefits from it.

Whether you have the info or not, please be rational. Because it might not turn out to be real in the end (we'll see). The point remains that someone wants this info out there in the manner it's being leaked and instead of just doing whatever they want, we should instead question why they would want that in the first place.

[askdamasky]

About This Blog

This is a Marble Hornets/Creepypasta ask blog featuring Masky and Tim Wright. This is a crossover blog which means my muses will be able to interreact with other Marble Hornets characters and OCs as well as ones from the Creepypasta fandom! What we do-

Roleplay with canon and ocs from both the Marble Hornets fandom as well as the Creepypasta fandom

Possible drawn answers as I deem fit

Headcanons galore!

Short drabbles featuring my boys and other characters from the fandoms

MUN questions/announcements

What we don't do-

S*xual roleplay of any type

Ab*se of any kind

Heavy acts of vi*lence or t*rture

We may touch on some hard topics here occasionally but all will come with the appropriate trigger warnings in the tags to prevent from upsetting others. Aside from that the longer rp threads will have a tag on them as well. If you do not want to see these threads blacklist 'long roleplay' If you have a question that you don't want others to see please let me know and I will post it privately just for you. Aside from that you can always DM me and we can discuss it but there will be NO RP in my DMs thank you! :>

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Meet The Muses

Tim Wright

Marble Hornets/Creepypasta

Age: 29

Height: 5’ 7”

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Sexuality: Panromantic Asexual

Disorders: Paranoid schizophrenia, seizures, anxiety, depression

Personality: Some may call him a broken man with how he sees the world but its more like he is cautious and tired. He has been through a lot in the past couple of years and his whole world has been shaken. Between seizures, massive bouts of depression as well as hearing and seeing things others can't he is more than a little stressed. He finds himself in odd places with no memory of leaving his home and it causes him to become extremely paranoid. He has a distrust for people and also doesn’t trust himself to be around them thanks to his ‘curse’ or ‘attachment’ to that weird faceless creature that peers into his home from the treeline. 

Headcanons

Had a massive mental break when his schizophrenia started to show in his early 20s causing him to be admitted. He stayed there for over a year before they got him on the right medication to help

While there he started to lose time and have gaps in memory resulting in him becoming confused and more than a little freaked out

Because of this he tends to be on edge when it comes to medical professionals as well as medical buildings and equipment

He is currently seeing a therapist, however, and has been working through his issues and learning coping mechanisms to assist him in everyday life. They have also been looking into his memory gaps but Tim refuses EMDR treatment to really look into it

There is a stray cat that has been trying to worm its way into the house and commonly walks with Tim on his evening walks

Lives just out of town in a rather run down home but the rent is cheap and he doesn’t mind a fixer upper

Is afraid of the dark and has a keychain flashlight for if he is outside when the sun goes down. Sometimes he loses himself and ‘wakes up’ somewhere out in the woods behind the house

Hasn’t stayed in touch with his college friends and is a bit of a recluse. Not leaving the house now that he has a work from home job

Has been trying to quit smoking but has found himself addicted to vaping now instead. Still not that great but he is trying

Tim has the ‘slender sickness’ which is assumed to be the reason behind his seizures but there is no true way to prove it really

Has a sort of Jekyll and Hyde situation with Masky as they are technically the same person. Tim just doesn’t know it other than his memory loss but even then he doesn’t think about himself having a whole different state of consciousness. His only clue is that white mask that keeps showing up in his house no matter how many times he throws it in the garbage

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Masky

Marble Hornets/Creepypasta

Age: 29

Height: 5’ 7”

Gender: Male (He/They)

Sexuality: Aromantic Asexual

Disorders: PTSD

Personality: Masky is a man of few words and some could call him the quiet type. The man doesn’t seem interested in others most of the time and only speaks his truths without concern of how the other person will take it. He has a knack for showing up to places seemingly out of nowhere and has a habit of staring as he sizes up whomever he has found. Masky works for/against the Operator/Slenderman in a constant push/pull relationship with the creature. He is often trying to scare others away from the creature’s haunting grounds but it doesn’t always work. He will never stop trying.

Headcanons

Has quite the temper but is not physically aggressive towards others unless his life or wellbeing is on the line

Does not work for the Operator/Slenderman by choice but has a pretty strong connection to it. Often times his time is spent trying to get away from the creature rather than actually do any of its dirty work

Is ‘technically’ considered a proxy to the Operator/Slenderman though he isn't a very obedient one which causes a lot of headache

Loses his sense of self and free will when the Operator/Slenderman is too close and results in him doing the creature's bidding. This mostly includes stalking and kidnapping though he has had times where he has to get violent

Has the ‘slender sickness’ which results in a lot of coughing and seizure like fits though he is not diagnosed with seizures (he would never go to any medical facility to get it checked out)

Knows of some of the other proxies though he only ever works with one nicknamed ‘Hoodie’ though he doesn’t really feel one way or the other about the rest

Masky knows about Tim in their odd situation though he doesn’t really care about him. Masky is only ever thinking of himself and his own needs rather than an alternate state of consciousness he has no communication with. He also doesn't WANT any communication either

[whoiwanttoday]

Hey guys, here is Alysha Newman who I find attractive. You know, sorta the purpose of this blog but it's interesting because she used to a be common sight on tumblr say… 6 or 7 years ago. When more people used tumblr and there were just blogs that for whatever reason knew who she was an posted her. Anyway, she used to show up a lot there and I learned that lesbians love Alysha Newman. I used to reblog her a bit and multiple lesbians, most notably @wildflagsure and @kat-eleven would message me and ask who she was or tell me how hot she was. It was always wild cause like her name was there and obviously I was aware she was hot because I reblogged her but I get that they were an excitably bunch when abs are involved. Guys, one of the great ironies of life is that the only people who like abs more than lesbians are the douchiest gym bros, which you'd think would be a match made in heaven given their shared interest in abs but it turns out that lesbians are just not into bros. Real cosmic joke there on the gym bros. Anyway, lesbians used to really like Alysha Newman but I checked her tag and guys? I fucking own her tag. It's crazy, cause my old blog is gone, so it's only stuff from the past couple of years but it's primarily me. The lesbians are not representing because I guess they are over her. Which is fine, we all move on, and I have decided to not even really worry about finding ab pics for her this time because I don't need more gym bro followers. Today I want to fuck Alysha Newman.

[bxngthedoldrums]

a petekey reading of so much (for) stardust

aka you knew i'd do this aka i didnt take four literature classes in college for nothing aka make sure your tinfoil hat is SECURED to your noggin aka dear lord forgive me for committing sins of petekey in the year of 2023

look. i have to do this or i don't deserve this blog. amen

~ love from the other side

okay. yea, immediately the "you were the sunshine of my lifetime" thing is sort of sus, because we all know pete wentz and anytime sun or summer is involved it's Something. this is solidified in "summer falling through our fingers again" in verse 2, but it's interesting that he uses "ours" in this lyric bc i feel like recently most of pete's summer lyrics have been pretty self-inflicted. it's impossible to not note the whole "inscribed like stone and faded by the rain" in the bridge v. "the tombstones were waiting" line in bang the doldrums. i shant even elaborate u can pick up what i'm laying down!

~ heartbreak feels so good

i think this song is pretty light on petekey imagery but "light from a screen of messages unsent" kinda reminds me of "some nights it gets so bad i almost pick up the phone" in ginasfs but i could be reaching for Sure. let's be real that's all i do

~ hold me like a grudge

honestly i think this is one of the worst petekey offenders on the album. this one had me gawking at my screen as i read the lyrics. "thaw out my freezer burn feelings for twenty summers" ??? be SERIOUS pete... "part-time soulmate, full-time problem" yeah I GET IT I GET IT !!! the whole thing reeks of 2005 summertime fling

~ fake out

"do you laugh about me whenever i leave?" bonkers ass line,,this reminds me of pete's lj writing in those years after 2005,,,"my mood board is just pictures of you, but i'm not sad anymore" YEAH. this is SO pete holy fuck. that classic wentz obsession,,"we did for futures that never came and for pasts that we're never gonna change" this line's got me on the fuckin FLOOR. also classic pete!!! his perchance for nostalgia is just insane and he really feels it huh

~ heaven, iowa

i dont even know how to get into this one. "kiss my cheek, baby, please/would you read my eulogy?" SICK and TWISTED evil!!! evil!!! "i will never ask you for anything except to dream sweet of me" jesus h christ the melancholy is off the charts but holy fuck this song is so,,,tender? i dont know wht to say but i know this was written w summer of love intention. i know this in my heart. "scar-crossed lovers, forever" OKAY I KNOW !!! this song is DEVASTATING verse 2 is fucked UP and the bridge is too!!! "closed my eyes inside your darkness and found your glow"???? i cantr og on

~ so good right now

i can't really discern any particularly petekey lyrics in this one right away but the whole "i cut myself down to be whatever you need me to be" is pretty fucking wild

~ i am my own muse

there's some really sad lyrics in this one ab the whole future-not-going-as-planned thing that comes up so frequently in pete's writing but honestly the whole "let's twist the knife again, twist the knife again like we did last summer" thing made my head explode. every lover's got a lil dagger in their hands!!!

~ flu game

im not gonna sit here and type out ths whole fucking song but oh my GOD bro. this song to me is a really nice callback to pete's older style of lyricism but that comes with the self-deprecation and all the other really sad shit. it's beautiful! it's horrible! i love it!!! its about mikey i cant even pul out a few lyrics just LISTEN

~ baby annihilation

another fucked up one that literally anyone else in fob should have vetoed but OKAY?? "time is luck and i wish ours overlapped more or for longer" MAN SHUT UP. "self sabotage at best, under your spell/but you know what they say, if you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself" ..........dude. if you're like me and you've poured over pete's oooold lj posts from the mid 2000s you already get it, but if you havent,,,go do it and get back to me bc this is TOO MUHC im unwell. "what is there between us if not a little annihilation?" i think i hauve covid

~ the kintsugi kid (ten years)

this song is really fucking sad actually. there's so much fear of being forgotten on this album and it's showcased really beautifully in this song,,,mayhaps not the most obviously petekey song but god damn

~ what a time to be alive

this song's about covid and quarantine n it's pretty easy on the whole suffering from a fling in 2005 thing! good job pete and fob

~ so much (for) stardust

this song is kinda suspicious but there's very few lines that really solidify it as a petekey song,,, altho "i think i've been going through it, and ive been putting your name through it" is a really interesting lyric. and OF COURSE, "in another life, you were my babe/in another life, you were the sunshine of my lifetime" happy xmas war is over

[celestie0]

Hello!! I wanted to ask some advice 😞 I have a fic idea but I've never posted any writing before and its like a very very specific band au and I'm scared no one will care to read it because of how much music context it requires 😭 I really admire your writing so like...what do you suggest...

(Also super excited for next kickoff ! I've never been this invested in a fic)

hii my love!! omg a band au sounds like so much funnn are you kiddinggg i would eat that UPPP. my advice would be to just go ahead n write it!!! it's super nervewracking to share work, especially if you've never shared before, so for the time being you can just write w the idea that no one else will read it except for yourself! that'll help you establish a healthy relationship w your writing & your hobby in general even before you post should you choose to post

as for the specificity n music context, i personally think thats SO FUCKIN RAD!!! i love a story where i can enjoy a romance but also have aspects outside of it that i can learn something new from or take something away from. i have read some pretty incredible fics & books, but the ones that have always had a lasting impact on me are the ones i went into knowing nothign ab a specific something, but then i leave it feeling like i've learned something i wouldn't have ever known before!!

it's a totally valid feeling though, esp in fanfiction where you might think readers want to read ab only their fave characters or specifically romance. i felt this way a lot with including the film major & photography aspect to kickoff, i feared readers would find it boring and would just want to read ab gojo x reader. i think in ch9, gojo only had like 40% of the chapter screentime and didn't even make his first appearance until like 5k words into the chapter, but i'm still really happy w the chapter and the response i got was great too. i see some of my writer mutuals break the norms n experiments w their stories all the time too, and honestly, i think that makes for some of the BEST and most MEMORABLE stories :)

as for fears that people may not see your story, i totally get that. keep in mind, i think the jjk fandom specifically doesn't really have too many long fics, at least compared to what i've seen in other fandoms, n tends to steer towards oneshot content (i could be wrong ab this but it's just what i've noticed! at least on tumblr. long fics always get lots of love on ao3 tho) so don't worry too much if you're not getting as many notes or reblogs etc as some other authors, bc if you choose to post series content, then you'll technically be in a niche category for this specific fandom. BUT i have noticed that the quality of interactions w longer stories is very amazing and totally worth being a part of this writing community for that reason!!

when i first started posting, i really didn't know what to expect since the last time i had a fanfic blog was for like two months when i was 12 on deviantart LOL. and now i'm just extremely blown away n humbled by the support. but that's the thing- you'll never ever know unless you try! again, just write and picture it that you're the only one that's going to read it, so put all that juicy music context in there n really write w that passion in mind!! (i'm assuming you're into music or bands n that's your inspiration? don't be afraid to let that interest show!!) and that's really the only thing you need to get started, after that it's just simply copy pasting n then posting :)

if you do get around to posting or sharing it then feel free to tag me bb!! i'd love to read it n support you. good luck to u n much love!! <33 i hope this helps in anyway

and thank you for looking forward to kickoff :)

ps. in case you want any specific writing advice i have some on my page here (sorry bb i just realized i wasn't sure if you were asking for actual concrete writing advice haha my bad if i misinterpreted)

[theteablogger]

Follow-up Q from reading back on the timeline: is there a place on here/elsewhere where screenshots or Wayback captures from AB’s blog are, if such things exist? Since he deleted his blog (or possibly just made it private) there are a lot of dead links etc., or analyses of an original post which appears nonexistent.

PS thank you for still being here. I know a lot of AA bloggers are not, which is understandable because he seems to have gone quiet for a few years, but coming from someone on the West Coast who’s also trying to get into costuming, seeing the bullshit he’s pulled around the entertainment industry/film/TV, and then realizing that he’s also in fandom freaks me the hell out. I’ve met that ‘type’ before and body-shaming is such a rampant issue around costuming (and even tailoring more broadly) that day one of my education on the subject was “Do not ask a person for information about their body which you do not absolutely need; so not make comments on their body (including “compliments” on their figure etc); and put their physical safety and comfort as a top priority”.

I found your blog because of the Strange Aeons video and was sad to learn that much of the early bullshit happened in my hometown, but when I came back to this blog I was far more horrified discover that this person is also a serial sexual harasser and body-shamer not only had gone viral one here (the “cis people can get dysphoria” tweet went around costuming tumblr for obvious reasons) but also was/is in this industry. That is such a dangerous position to put him in, not just because he’s clearly a sexual predator, but because bad costumes regularly cause people serious injuries. This is especially likely to be the result of directors trying to make women look skinnier or otherwise “more attractive,” and the harm is often most serious in scifi/fantasy contexts where lots of stunts happen. Good costuming requires ETHICS when it comes to things like health, body image and, yes, gender. Mr. “Complimented his ex on her weight loss when she was literally starving because of him” should not be trusted with such a job ever imo.

I hope there are no dead links on the timeline--all the links on there should be to screenshots of Andy's posts rather than directly to his blog. There are definitely dead links in a bunch of my old tumblr posts, though.

As far as I know, the timeline is the only place to find a significant number of screenshots from Andy's blog. The Wayback Machine has captured some of it, but it's scattershot and some of those links don't work. archive.is also has a little bit.

“Do not ask a person for information about their body which you do not absolutely need; so not make comments on their body (including “compliments” on their figure etc); and put their physical safety and comfort as a top priority”

I'm glad to hear that this is emphasized in costuming education, and sad to say that Andy has violated all three of those rules at least as recently as 2018, which isn't that long ago. I agree with your concerns, and those are some of the reasons I'm still around. I hope this blog is a good resource for people in the industry to find information about Andy's past and decide for themselves how to respond if they encounter him.

[amysubmits]

Hi Amy! I just found your blog and really wanted to talk to you if you've got time but I got nervous so here's an anon. So I'm in my very early twenties and in the last few years have been really interested and taken by the idea of d/s dynamics. I don't have a boyfriend and am not really comfortable signing up to any sites so that's not really the issue. But as I'm going on dates and stuff I do find myself looking for that character that would resemble a dominant guy. I didn't realize it but I am attracted to that energy. What I'm concerned about though is the reason...for that attraction. So I'm in drama school but we can't really afford it so I have 2 part time jobs rn. One is this modeling agency that sometimes gets me by. It doest do much in my country but once a month a few hundred if im lucky, do come in handy. The issue is that the people I'm around and the environment is very toxic. Not just in a photoshoot but mainly. I've had to shut my mouth and smile and "submit" to guys just to remain part of the project. I don't feel comfortable doing more provocative stuff so that's been an issue and my manager keeps pressuring me about it at every opportunity. The relationship w him is weird he's a nice guy in general but sometimes he's too pushy. I also had a bf in the past (the only one) we were together briefly but he ordered me around a lot, and we never talked ab any of this but he was very strict with what I wore ect. What I'm trying to say is, I've had very traumatic experiences w all these people and am really worried whether the dynamic between us pushed me to want it? Like if my desires are somehow influenced by my trauma? Have you had similar concerns? How did you realize this is what you wanted and that it is not a response to something? I hope you're comfortable answering, but if not thank you for what you're doing your page has been really informative and I've learnt a lot xxxxx

Hi there!

I would be happy for you to message me if you decide you feel comfortable at any point, but anons are okay too! It's a big part of why I leave them on, for people who feel comfortable sending asks but not asking questions or whatever on DM. :)

This worry you're sharing about wondering if your desire to be a sub or be submissive comes from your trauma is something that I think a ton of subs have considered or worried about at some point. You'll definitely get a different answer to these questions if you ask other people. In my view, this is one of those areas where the 'right' answer can vary from person to person. So, this is just my take of course.

I am trying to avoid writing an extremely long post, so if you want or need me to elaborate feel free to follow up. But in a nutshell...I think most people have "little t trauma" from childhood that caused them to adapt to try to find connection and feel safe (physically or emotionally) and loved from a SUPER young age, to the point where it's challenging to know what it even would mean for a lot of us to say X is me, but Y is my trauma. Like 50% of the population has an insecure attachment style, and that primarily develops in the first year of our lives. So then we're still babies but we're already trying to change our own behavior to feel connected to our mother or our primary care giver. When that's the case...I think it's really, really tough to know who or what you would have been without the trauma as it's baked into your personality and coping methods SO early that we can't remember anything else. And so...I guess my goal has been to try to do a combination of accepting myself while also looking as honestly as I can at who/how I am now and look to change anything that I want to change or think needs improved. And with that in mind...I couldn't begin to tell you if I'd be a sub sexually or personality wise if I didn't have trauma. I just think that's an impossible question to try to figure out. Instead, I try to look at whether what I crave is healthy. If what I want to do is healthy for me, then it's okay if it IS based in trauma. I mean, plenty of things can be caused by trauma but still be really good things. For example, I feel pretty confident that the reason I seek healthy, safe feeling communication with my partner is because I grew up with lots of yelling and conflict and meanness. But I think that desire to have healthy, loving, safe communication is a good thing so I don't feel the need to reject that desire I have, as it's good, regardless of the cause being 'negative' or sad. I've come to the conclusion that D/s and BDSM can be healthy things for me. That isn't to say that I think I could do anything I wanted and call it D/s or BDSM and have it be healthy. But I think that a lot of what I desire sexually and within my relationship is healthy, and I embrace those things. And when I find myself craving something that is less healthy, I try to avoid embracing those ideas, or avoid acting out those fantasies, or resist those behaviors. For me, one thing I have to fight against is the instinct to be extremely passive. Passive feels safe to me because of my trauma, and I can sometimes incorrectly convince myself that I am being a good sub by being passive. That isn't always true, so I have to really keep an eye on any passivity and make sure that I am truly submitting from a place of desire and choice, and not from a place of it 'feeling good' because my brain is telling me that inactivity to appease others is safe and familiar. We try to regularly re-look at the things we do and ask ourselves again if all the details of how we're managing our D/s and BDSM are healthy for both of us. We try to ask if we're reinforcing healthy ideas or unhealthy ideas. Sometimes it changes over time and we have to adjust.

With you being new and young, I'd also suggest that you try to be extremely careful with what you learn about D/s and BDSM, and triple check that it's healthy. Some people will claim that literally anything done in the name of kink is healthy as long as it's consensual. I think that is a really wild viewpoint, personally. I think consent is really the absolute bare minimum, but a lot of people will consent to things that are harmful to them emotionally, and I think that is unhealthy. Of course, what is unhealthy is extremely opinion based, and I think it also can vary a lot from person to person...something could be unhealthy for me to consent to but perfectly healthy for you to consent to if we have different life experiences, different traumas, etc. At a really basic level I'd suggest looking really closely at whether D/s and BDSM make you feel good in terms of things like...confident, loved, empowered, authentic, loved, safe, secure, etc - or if it feels outright bad, or 'good' but only in the sense that feeling bad feels somewhat good to you (this is true for some with trauma), or if it makes you feel small, inferior, used, scared, insecure, etc. And then also if/when you get into a D/s relationship look at whether the things you try seem to be inspiring positive changes and growth, or negative patterns. Maybe at first you happily agree to let your dom decide whether or when to cut your hair, but over time you realize that you feel less 'yourself' when you can't control your own hairstyle fully. If that becomes the case, then in my opinion, it would be healthier to go back to deciding your own hair.

Sorry this is so long. I hope it's helpful in some way. Good luck to you, please continue to look out for yourself! It can be a scary world out there for young subs. It sounds like you're doing a good job of trying to look out for yourself though...even in wanting to figure out what your answer to the questions you sent in this ask are. So, good work. :)

[storm-of-feathers]

cant sleep gonna say my thoughts.

I think what a lot of people miss about tumblr (and especially unfocused blogs that, say, aren't fandom oriented) is that it's essentially an open journal. it's a microblogging website, and all blogging micro or macro is fundamentally a web log (where the term comes from!). if it seems like I'm not talking ab something enough, it's not because I don't care at all.

It's because first and foremost, this blog is a piece of my soul that I am choosing to share. I'm not trying to be an activist on the internet, I'm not trying to sway anyone to my opinions. I'm saying the things I think and feel. If I talk ab american politics too much, that's because im american. if I'm writing frustrated posts about performative internet activism, that's because it feels exhausting to be out there doing the work (because that's what it is. Its work. Its boring and taxing and it feels like youre getting nowhere. Until you see how far youve come) and having to come to tumblr and seeing people say I didn't talk about [disaster 30000 of the past ten years] enough.

if I seem angry and upset and scared and irrational, its because i am those things. you have to understand. in spite of my rather large follower number, this blog is, first and foremost, for me. I am writing things down and allowing strangers and friends and wanderers to read it. I won't call it a privilege that can be taken away, bc its not like some of my thoughts are exactly a treat, but it is something to keep in mind.

if you ask me why I'm talking about the supreme courts recent decisions but not similar decisions in other countries, the answer comes down to "one of those directly affects me, and therefore i can fight back."

but I shouldn't have to announce where and how I'm fighting back. if for no other reason, my own fucking safety. but also bc this blog isn't any sort of guide to activism, it's not any type instruction. it is, at best, my diary that I published.

and that isn't a bad thing!! and it shouldn't be!!! that's why I harped so hard on the carrd post. that's why I'm vaguely annoyed with my reddit posts. that's why I shared my marital status and sexuality for a long time. that's why i have a rwby icon. that's why my blog title which hasn't changed since 2018 is what it is.

I understand that sometimes I have opinions people don't like. oceangate in particular has proven to be a fantastic example of that. But i am, at the most basic terminology, venting my thoughts and feelings.

that's why I'm talking ab the supreme court and their awful decisions. why I may not be talking about issues that don't directly affect me, but might affect some of you. it's not because i don't care. It's never because I don't care.

It's because my target audience is a mirror.